This is How it Feels

I'm in stage rage now. Everything pisses me off.  This morning, an old, blonde, yoga pantsed woman walked by my car while I was removing my seatbelt and stuck her head IN my car window to tell me that I was rude for having stolen her space for her RangeRover at Starbucks. I didn't know what the fuck she was talking about. I don't recall stealing anyone's space. But I wanted to grab her by the pony tail and just smash her head into my Toyota ECHO (eat a discontinued subcompact, bitch) again, and again, and again until she was nothing but a bloody pile of blonde puss. Not wanting to see her in Starbucks, I put my seatbelt back on and went home. I guess I don't need the caffeine anyway.

Not that this little anecdote is helping my case, no one will give me a cat either. I went down to Lodi of all places to adopt a Snowshoe like my boyfriend's and it took half my arm off. My next stop was the SPCA where they yelled at me that they were closing in an hour and wouldn't let me look at any of them. I then emailed a lady on Craigslist giving away her poor deaf cat, and she never wrote me back.

WELL FINE. KEEP  YOUR FUCKIN CATS AND YOUR MOCHAS.